Early Fall

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Walk barefoot cross the dew-blessed grass
still green from summer’s sun
wet-cold as northern lakes in June
first leaves have just begun their run



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Long Day

Good-weary after early-rising, 

hard-driving, overtime-working, 

kid-watching, no-napping, 

bluesky-windy kinda day.

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Should I be worried
that a doctor of Psychiatry
is now following me on Twitter?
Perhaps my Freudian
slip is showing.



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Trust

Under the perigee moon, we laugh and make tracks in the snow,
exhale the tension of this day into the care of a faithful Creator
who checks it off in his book and works it into a pattern for good
because He promised He would when we love Him.

Driving Spell

Snow swirls, sweeps
over dark asphalt like mist
off brooding cauldron.
Black ice with feathery white veil,
a witches' brew of trouble.
Minus 35 chill and all's not well,
it's a wint'ry wicked driving spell.

Migration

Migration

The dotted lines rise skyward, spaced evenly

like kindergarteners on a knotted rope

taking a field trip to a southern zoo

but instead of singing a tune

we hear the occasional cry

It’s my turn to lead

wings sweep away

with mechanical whirr

no teacher in sight